Chapter 7 - The Saboteur
Seraphina did not take her defeat lightly. Humiliated by the public revelation that her "maid" was a world-class talent—and that Julian had chosen her over the social elite—she began a calculated campaign of destruction.
She wasn't interested in a catfight; she was interested in ruin. She dug into the archives of the conservatory where Isabella had once trained, searching for any inconsistency in her past records. She discovered a minor, technical loophole in the insurance claims from Isabella’s accident ten years ago—a discrepancy that could be framed as fraud.
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On a rainy Tuesday, while Julian was in a high-stakes board meeting, the police arrived at the estate with a summons. It wasn't an arrest, but it was a threat. Seraphina’s anonymous tip had painted a picture of an opportunistic imposter.
Isabella sat in the grand library, staring at the legal documents. The fear returned—not the fear of poverty, but the fear of being erased again. When Julian returned home and heard the news, he didn't look worried. He looked dangerous. He didn't just have lawyers; he had an empire built on navigating the darkest corners of human ambition. He left the room, his phone to his ear, his voice a low, icy promise of retaliation.
